Wine / Keeping Clean
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Friday night
Keeping clean
I don't think I have that luxury
Staying good
Keeping fine
Keeping my toe right on the line
I know I'm going under
I feel I'm going under
I know I'm going under
Going under
Going Under
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
They tell I can't be mourning
They tell me this ain't a fight
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
They tell I can't be mourning
They tell me this ain't a fight
Keeping clean
And off the green
I don't think I have that luxury
Staying good
Feeling good
Sippin wine
Knowing my toe's right on the line
I was younger I would see them sipping wine
They were older, they were cooler, I thought damn that's fine
Now my eyes are open, all I see is black
Bitch, I want my childhood back
I know I'm going under
I feel I'm going under
I know I'm going under
Going under
Going Under
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
They tell I can't be mourning
They tell me this ain't a fight
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
They tell I can't be mourning
They tell me this ain't a fight
Keeping clean on a Friday night
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Friday night
Keeping clean
I don't think I have that luxury
Staying good
Keeping fine
Keeping my toe right on the line
I know I'm going under
I feel I'm going under
I know I'm going under
Going under
Going Under
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
They tell I can't be mourning
They tell me this ain't a fight
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
They tell I can't be mourning
They tell me this ain't a fight
Keeping clean
And off the green
I don't think I have that luxury
Staying good
Feeling good
Sippin wine
Knowing my toe's right on the line
I was younger I would see them sipping wine
They were older, they were cooler, I thought damn that's fine
Now my eyes are open, all I see is black
Bitch, I want my childhood back
I know I'm going under
I feel I'm going under
I know I'm going under
Going under
Going Under
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
They tell I can't be mourning
They tell me this ain't a fight
Keepin clean on a Sunday morning
Keeping clean on a Friday night
They tell I can't be mourning
They tell me this ain't a fight
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Writer(s): Neel Dhar
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